Pale efforts of being, our used pasts
whine in nights of blunt
and sudden
childhoods deformed beyond reason.
The freedom to fail and be flayed
for a fathers killing grin
or mutant offspring cry.
There is bliss in the shadows,
thrills in shade.
Nothing is vacant in theory,
just empty voices, cold and alone,
as silent infants thread
the waves of care homes.
Someone abandons all meaning
and welcomes the ghost as a birthright.
(Kealan Coady is a fictional Irish writer created by notorious serial killer Michael White. (1856 - 2009) Shortly after his execution, a series of poems and short stories were found to be in his possession. Of the poems, only 'Birthright survives, and is kept at the torture museum, Amsterdam.
Some more of his short stories can be seen here)
Some more of his short stories can be seen here)
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